By Sanni Oluwatimileyin
My father says in the darkness of the night, with your lover
You're three. No more, no less. Remember, it's a ritual
of two bodies and God, or the wind, or a winged promise
hovering over you both, its white feathers burning in the heat
of love. But with you, I'm a double-yolked egg — a siamese twin.
There are two spiral minds within this frail body of ours,
—two helices intertwined about a common axis & there is
no parting / to this union borne under a red moon.